It’s Minor Blood that flows through our minor lives. Michael McLeod’s (of Train Wreck fame) artful chapbook of cryptograms brings us to the consequential loneliness of the everyday. “Ordinary/Pain/Pale and bloody/ My fingers drawn” chants this hymn to the fragile past, to the way we were yesterday. It’s a beautiful book, small and precious, desperate writing mimicked by its palm-size format. Text is smeared, the same lines repeating and canceling themselves out, making this whole thing look perfectly, appropriately, like a printing accident. (HN)
mini-chapbook, Michael McLeod, $1, PO Box 652, Sydney, NS, B1P 6H7